Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 206: Degradation

Vivi, still nestled in her mother's embrace, pulled back slightly, her curiosity piqued by their hushed exchange. As she did, she felt a gentle caress on her cheeks, drawing her gaze upward.

Cassius looked down at her, his crimson eyes gleaming with a knowing intensity, his expression both tender and calculated.

"You're lucky, Vivi." He said, his voice smooth and resonant, carrying a warmth that softened his scheming tone. "Not many have a mother like Diana, someone so devoted to you." He paused, his smile widening, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Just now, to help you feel confident in yourself, in your body, she promised me she'd do anything to make you feel better...Anything at all."

Vivi's breath caught, a shiver running through her as his emphasis on 'anything' hung heavy in the air, his bright gaze promising something bold and unsettling and she immediately whipped her head toward her mother, her voice urgent with alarm.

"Mother, take it back!" She pleaded, her cheeks flushing a vivid scarlet. "Don't promise him that—you don't know how Young Master Cassius is! He's up to no good!"

Diana's lips curved into a gentle, reassuring smile, her eyes soft with maternal resolve despite the nervous flutter in her chest.

"It's alright, Vivi." She said, her voice calm but unwavering, her hand stroking her daughter's arm. "I know what I'm doing, and I understand the consequences. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help you feel better about yourself. That's what matters most."

Vivi's mouth opened to protest, her voice rising in a desperate plea. "It's not worth it, Mother! You don't—"

But Cassius cut her off, his tone sharp and commanding.

"The promise has been made, Vivi." He said, his voice firm, his eyes narrowing with a playful authority that silenced her. "There's no taking it back. We're going through with this, whether you like it or not." H

is words carried a weight that made both women's hearts skip, their nervousness palpable as they exchanged a fleeting, anxious glance.

Cassius then settled into the chair before them, his posture relaxed but commanding, his eyes locking onto Diana.

"Come here, Diana." He said, gesturing to his lap, his voice smooth but insistent. "Sit on my lap like you did before, but face me this time."

His tone was casual, but the command was clear, stirring a flush in Diana's cheeks as she glanced at Vivi, whose own face mirrored her mother's embarrassment, her eyes wide with anticipation of what was to come.

Diana hesitated, her breath hitching, her hands fidgeting with her gown as she weighed the audacity of his request. But as she opened her mouth to protest, Cassius's gaze hardened, his face shifting into a stern, solemn mask, his voice dropping to a low, unyielding order.

"I'm not asking, Diana...I'm ordering you to come here. Now."

The authority in his tone was undeniable, a commanding presence that made her throat tighten, her body responding instinctively to his dominance.

Swallowing hard, Diana cast a fleeting glance at Vivi, her daughter's nervous gaze urging her to resist, but the pull of Cassius's command was too strong. With a slow, reluctant step, she moved toward him, her heart pounding as she lowered herself onto his lap, her plump hips settling against his thighs.

She faced him, her legs spreading slightly to straddle his lap, her breasts hovering just inches from his chest, the position achingly intimate, as if they were moments from an embrace. Her cheeks burned, her chest fluttering with a nervous anticipation, the closeness stirring a warmth she fought to suppress.

Cassius's stern expression softened into a pleased smile, his eyes glinting with approval as he noted her obedience. He then turned to Vivi, his voice gentle but pointed, his gaze locking onto her with a knowing intensity.

"Didn't you say, Vivi, that if I wasn't in the room, if it was just you and your mother, you'd feel fine?That means my opinion matters to you, doesn't it?""

"You're thinking about what I think of you, and that's what's making you feel so vulnerable, isn't it?"

"...You want me to see you as desirable."

Vivi's blush deepened, her hands clutching the nightdress against her chest, her eyes wide with a flustered acknowledgment of the truth in his words. Her breath quickened, her chest tightening with the realization that her insecurities were tied to his gaze, his judgment.

Cassius's smile widened, his voice taking on a persuasive, almost theatrical tone.

"In that case, it's simple. Imagine a beautiful painting, ruined by a bucket of tar—it loses its allure, doesn't it?"

"So, just like that if we degrade the image of your mother's breasts, the ones you're so nervous about comparing yourself to, and show they're not as special as you think, you won't feel so sensitive about your own body."

"...If the person whose opinion you care about—me, shows I don't value those breasts as much as you fear, you'll see there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Vivi's eyes flickered with hesitation, darting to her mother, then back to Cassius, her voice trembling with curiosity and nerves.

"So...you're saying you're going to...put down Mother's breasts? Degrade them in front of me, to show you don't care about them, so I'll feel better about mine?" Her tone wavered, a spark of intrigue beneath her embarrassment, her chest fluttering with a strange anticipation.

Cassius's smile was radiant, his voice warm with approval.

"Exactly, Vivi. You're sharp—that's precisely what I'm going to do." He leaned back, his confidence unshaken.

Vivi swallowed, her voice soft but probing, her gaze flickering between them.

"How...How are you going to do that?"

Her nervousness was obvious, but a quiet curiosity shimmered in her eyes, the thought of Cassius diminishing her mother's allure both unsettling and intriguing.

Diana, perched on his lap, felt a similar pull, her chest tightening with a blend of apprehension and forbidden excitement.

His dominant gaze, the way he commanded the room, stirred a warmth in her, a reckless part of her whispering that she'd accept whatever he did, even if it meant being 'ruined' as long as it brought her pleasure. Her breath quickened, her cheeks flushing as she awaited his next move, her heart racing with a dangerous anticipation.

Cassius's smile turned sly, his voice a low, deliberate purr. "Like this..." Without hesitation, his hands moved to Diana's gown, his fingers hooking the neckline with a swift, practiced motion.

To her shock, he yanked the fabric downward, pulling her bra along with it in one fluid tug, the top collapsing onto her hips.

Her creamy, plump breasts spilled free, bouncing into the open air, their generous curves too full to be contained by a single hand, swaying with the sudden release.

Her pink nipples, hard and vivid, matched Vivi's in hue but stood out against the mature softness of her skin, her soft belly beneath adding a sensual, womanly allure.

Diana gasped, her face flaming with shame as her hands instinctively moved to cover herself, the sight of her daughter's wide-eyed stare amplifying her mortification.

But Cassius was faster, his hands catching her wrists, his voice dropping to a stern, commanding tone.

"Don't cover them, Diana." He ordered, his eyes boring into hers with an unyielding intensity. "You have no right to hide these. They're part of the lesson."

His words were harsh, almost dehumanizing, likening her to livestock, but the familiar dominance in his gaze—the same look that had unraveled her in their private nights, sent a shiver of submission through her.

Her resistance faltered, her hands trembling as she met his eyes, the heat of his command overwhelming her shame. Slowly, she obeyed, her voice a soft whisper. "Yes, Cassius."

At his next order, "Put your hands behind your back, and don't move them, or I'll make you regret it.", she complied, her fingers clasping behind her, her posture mimicking a bound captive, her breasts thrust forward, exposed and vulnerable.

The threat, laced with his teasing menace, stirred a forbidden excitement in her chest, her breath hitching as she surrendered to his will, her body alive with a reckless thrill.

Vivi watched, her eyes wide with awe, her breath growing heavier as she took in her mother's subservience.

All her life, Diana had been a pillar of strength, an independent force who bowed to no one, not even Vivi's father. So, to see her now, so obedient under Cassius's command, was a revelation, both unsettling and alluring.

The sight of her idol, her unshakable mother, reduced to a servant-like submission should have saddened her, but instead, it ignited a strange excitement, her chest fluttering with a forbidden fascination, her breathing quickening as she grappled with the intensity of the moment.

Diana's eyes darted nervously, her lips parted as if words might spill out to reclaim some shred of dignity, but they never came. Instead, Cassius's voice sliced through the thick air, his eyes dropping to her chest with unabashed hunger.

"I want to see those fat breasts of yours up close."

He said, his tone dripping with command as he leaned in, his gaze pinning her like a specimen.

"Lift them. Show them off. Like you're selling your body to me, like you're a whore trying to hawk her wares."